Chapter 74
Chapter 74
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 74
Chapter Title: Lucia and the Top-Tier Salon (1)
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“Then, right here... you two can enjoy all the play you desire.”
The spot the manager guided us to was smack in the middle of the underground salon. A table stocked with premium liquor sat ready, with a spacious sofa in front of it and a luxurious bed off to the side.
Curtins had been set up around the perimeter of the space, available as privacy screens if desired.
Of course, the people at the table next to ours had their curtains wide open as they lost themselves in intense sex.
Crack—slap—crack—slap—
The sound of a whip slicing through the air and striking flesh rang out.
“Agh!! More!! More!!”
“You filthy slut!! You worthless bitch!! Whipping is the only thing for a lewd whore even dirtier than some backwoods mongrel in heat!”
“Haaang!! Master! I love getting hit by Master!!! I love being whipped♡!! Cumming from the whip...♡ It hurts so good... Aaaang!!! Shove it in my slutty dog pussy already...♡ Hurryyy!!”
Of all things, the folks at the next table were deep into SM play. The sounds were no joke, and as Lucia's face paled, Manager Carmen spoke up with a relaxed smile.
“The noise from around you might disrupt your focus, sure. But our salon isn't the empire's top secret VIP spot for nothing.”
Carmen pointed to the table and explained its features to us.
“Every space, every table is equipped with the capital's latest magitech. Press this, like so.”
Carmen pressed the square button labeled Mute on the table. In an instant, the moans from the next table—no, from the entire salon—vanished.
“A silence spell is embedded in the magitech installed here. Makes it less embarrassing for that pretty young lady over there, right?”
Lucia's expression softened a bit. Carmen went on to explain more: the disturbance-proof sign to keep other guests away, the no-spectator marker, auto-curtain controls, and so on.
It was all tailored for maximum convenience based on guests' sexual preferences. A true top-tier salon.
“I'll bring out some basic fruit appetizers for now. Everything's covered in the VIP membership fee, so feel free to order anything from the menu.”
Carmen winked at me as she added,
“Of course, even if you have a partner, you can always call over one of our salon girls.”
As Carmen finished her guidance and turned to leave, the guard I'd seen earlier rushed up to her in a panic.
“What is it, Max?”
“Manager, the military police captain showed up at our salon and...”
The manager's face darkened as she heard the guard out. Nodding gravely, she said,
“Guide the captain in politely for now. Tell him I'll be right there.”
“Understood, Manager.”
The guard bowed and hurried off. Carmen approached me quietly.
“Looks like things just got a bit complicated. I knew something went down in the upstairs casino. But the military police spotted casino staff and guests fleeing downstairs... and now they insist on inspecting this place.”
Her expression grew even more serious. They must be certain the fugitives were us.
But I didn't flinch in the slightest. Some mere military police captain couldn't touch the heir to a grand duke.
Besides, I was still known as a hopeless playboy. Word of me frequenting a place like this wouldn't dent my reputation in the capital.
And with my backers, I'd face no suspension—let alone any punishment.
Lucia, though, was a different story. If her foster father, Baron Joshua, found out she'd been working illegally at an underground casino, she'd be in deep trouble.
Expulsion from Pantheon would send her straight into ruin.
I could see her pink eyes glazing over with dread. I took her hand.
“Calm down, Lucia. Stay cool, and there won't be any issues.”
Her eyes widened as she looked at me. Carmen nodded in agreement.
“Your handsome gentleman's right. We've already squared things with the military police on raids. If they're forcing their way in anyway... it's probably just the captain wanting a peek at our secret salon. The inspection's an excuse.”
She had a point. The debauchery unfolding here—pure orgiastic bliss—would spark any man's curiosity.
Just an excuse to ogle the lewd salon, maybe score some hospitality from Carmen on the side.
“But... even if it's nominal, the captain will poke around the salon. If you two aren't an established couple... and just hiding from the casino bust, that's risky. Especially with that young lady's outfit screaming 'casino staff' to anyone who sees it. You can't stay like this.”
Again, spot on. My clothes were fine, but Lucia's uniform matched the upstairs casino staff.
“To avoid suspicion, blend in like the other guests. Even if it embarrasses your innocent lady.”
In short: strip down and fake some sex like everyone else. Utterly logical.
“I'll keep the captain occupied. Better hurry. Change clothes quick. Oh, and to really sell it, get all tangled up physically. Even with curtains closed, he'll check—looking for fugitives.”
Carmen was going above and beyond. Lucia's eyes flickered with suspicion.
Sure enough, before stepping away, Carmen whispered to me,
“No need to worry. I've already figured out who you are, sir. You've cleaned up nicely, Count Julian. And your companion's a beauty who matches your looks perfectly. Even our most popular girls can't compete.”
She left with those parting words.
“Enjoy your sweet time with her, Count Julian.”
A socialite through and through—Carmen was sharp. Once she was gone, only Lucia and I remained at the table.
I sat her down on the sofa first.
“Lucia, best to follow the manager's advice here. At least until the captain checks our table and leaves.”
She nodded cautiously.
They decided to change clothes first.
“U-um, Count...”
“Got it, Lucia. I'll look away for a bit.”
I heard the soft rustle of her uniform slipping off. I stripped out of my usual Otto-tailored clothes and tucked them into the basket near the table.
“Hold on, Lucia. Hand me your clothes too.”
I held out my hand without turning. She passed them over, and I buried her guard uniform under mine to hide it.
“A-all done changing, Count.”
I was down to just my underwear. Lucia wore only her bra and panties. Most guests here were fully nude, so we were actually overdressed.
She sat demurely beside me, face flushed with embarrassment. She could've scooted away, but instead, she pressed close. An unconscious sign of affection, probably.
“I-it's just... if we're too far apart, the military police might get suspicious...”
So we sat side by side, bodies snug. Even without staring, Lucia's figure was on full display.
Her breasts weren't quite as massive as Lilia's or Chloe's, but they were plenty full. Wide hips too.
Sitting on the sofa accentuated her plump ass and thighs, giving off a tantalizing vibe.
And her underwear? Plain white cotton. Nothing fancy.
Lucia's half-naked body screamed mature woman. But that innocent lingerie clashed so hard with her curves, it made her look even lewder.
Sometimes, simple undies beat out deliberate sexy lace for sheer arousal factor.
She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs. Her pink hair swayed, carrying a faint scent. No perfume—just a pleasant body lotion aroma.
“U-um...”
She couldn't string words together, her exposed skin flushing deeper. This absurdly erotic salon. Her out-of-place plain underwear.
As an adult, she must've felt mortified by her childish undies in the moment.
She squirmed helplessly. Naturally, it only turned me on more.
That reaction... Lucia's gotta be a virgin.
But pink-haired girls look slutty no matter how pure they try to be. Even virgins have that bewitching allure.
I laid my hand over hers.
She jolted in surprise but stole shy glances at my body anyway.
“Like the manager said, we need some convincing acting. Might get a bit forward with you, Lucia. But it's not real—don't take it to heart.”
I kept gently stroking her hand to ease her tension. She trembled again but nodded okay.
“R-right. Count Julian. But I'm totally new to places like this... so if you act like you're used to it...”
Then, hesitantly, she added,
“You have VIP access here, after all. You must be into that kind of physical play like everyone else.”
Made sense. She probably figured me for a regular at this ultra-raunchy spot.
But I'd already decided to play the sweet northern gentleman for her.
“Misunderstanding, Lucia. Got this pass a few days ago at the casino by chance. Guy next to me lost everything, begged to borrow cash in exchange for it. Was gonna toss it, but it came in handy after all.”
I sold the lie earnestly.
“Staying in a place like this too long would drive me mad. Unlike capital noble brats, us northern nobles are conservative. Even as a guy, I'm not that wild.”
She nodded vigorously.
“I never thought you were a pervert, Count! Someone as dashing... no, serious as you wouldn't be. Not like those flighty capital or southern guys.”
She realized what she'd said and ducked her head, lips sealed tight.
“Shall I close the curtains? Feels awkward like this.”
I reached for the curtain button. She grabbed my wrist in a flash.
“Better leave them open, Count Julian. Most folks here are doing open play... I mean, curtains wide. To avoid suspicion from the military police. And they'll check anyway.”
Exactly what I wanted. And since she suggested it, playing the gentleman got even easier.
“You're right. It'll be embarrassing, but hang in there, Lucia. Once the police leave, no more acting.”
“Y-yes... Count.”
“Then let's pretend to sip some drinks...”
I took a light sip of what tasted like fine whiskey. Lucia opted for a milky non-alcoholic drink.
Right then, Manager Carmen's voice carried from nearby.
“Oh my, is that so? Then feel free to inspect our entire salon, Captain. Anyone hiding in a rush couldn't mimic our steamy erotic plays.”
She raised her voice higher.
“It's a warning to us.”
“Exactly, Count. N-no choice!”
Lucia yanked my hand and shoved it into her bra.
My hand sank into her soft, yielding breast.